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Harry Parker: You can go to the toilet now. Trevor the Skinhead: Nah, I'll piss on the wall.

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Magistrate: You are a constant truant at school, a failure, it seems. You've been before the court on numerous occasions for non-attendance; you have been convicted of taking and driving away, shoplifting, violent behaviour, and in spite of your undertakings to the court, you have made no attempt to secure yourself a job. And now you've been accused of stealing once again, and you've attacked a member of the immigrant community, & caused damage to his property. It's a long, depressing list. Are you not ashamed of yourself? Trevor the Skinhead: No.

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Superintendent: [Starts erasing obscenity on chalkboard] Get rid of this, shall we? Trevor the Skinhead: There'll be more Superintendent: Thank you, Peter. At least you can spell. Harry Parker, your social worker, I know Harry very well, he says you're bright, he says you're worth a bit of bother. Trevor the Skinhead: Wouldn't take the time if I were you. Superintendent: Don't be clever, don't be smart, we've no time to waste, get that. Plenty of other kids we could be dealing with. If you really want to behave like a moron, we'll put you with all the other morons, under lock and key, at Hatchmere House, and I can do that. I'll have you transferred to a secure unit, we'll do your assessment from there. If you're gonna stay here, let's make it clear, you're gonna have to step into line... Trevor the Skinhead: I'm not sign... ! Superintendent: Just a sec! You're gonna have to step into line, and you're gonna have to co-operate. Now, that shouldn't be too difficult, we're a reasonable lot

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Harry Parker: You're out of this room, out of this place. You're back into the world. Trevor the Skinhead: It's your fucking world, mate, not mine. You can stick it up your arse, I don't want it!

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Job Centre Youth: Ere, what's this one say? Trevor the Skinhead: "M/F, 9:30 - 5:30, young person for general warehouse duties, must be able to speak fluent Punjabi and Urdu." You speak Urdu? Job Centre Youth: No. Trevor the Skinhead: Fucks your chances then, dunnit?

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Peter Clive: I really don't know what were going to do. Trevor the Skinhead: About what? Peter Clive: About you. Trevor the Skinhead: No , about you, what the fuck are we gonna do about you? If you had any balls, you'd stick a knife in the bastards who write all that bollocks, they're wankers.

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